>>6210357 It's not like you care, you don't have standards anyway being a mainline purchasing peasant. Having a figure without a gaping hole in the forearm is like Christmas to you. I remember laughing myself to near death when the leader black shadow figure had ankle tilts and you peasants lost your minds. It was like showing a starving african child a watermelon husk. The most basic necessities become luxurious to the most bereft of quality.
I think that's what I hate the most about peasantry in general. You subhumans think you're allowed inside. I see you clutch your costume jewelry aghast at my precious stones with bitter resentment in your eyes. "I didn't want it anyway!" you scream while secretly begging to be placed on your knees before my wealthy chink supreme authority. "M-more like t-turd party" you mutter beneath your breath while I unzip my massive imported cock slathered in paint and superior tooling.
My cock and wallet have achieved maximum girth at this point and I'm ready to establish my supremacy. There's something primal and engaging about raping another peasant so I may add his cheap collection of dollar store trash to the firewood pile. I need the extra tinder to keep my gold lined furnace glowing to keep my superior adult collectibles warm.
Run along now before the sheer mass of my die cast figurines envelopes your trash heap via it's immense gravitational pull.
